If I told you why, why, why I'd probably lie, lie, lie Can't stand to see you cry, cry, cry All I know is I'll be hurtin' you If I told you the truth
When I look back upon my life It's always with a sense of shame I've always been the one to blame For everything I long to do No matter where or when
When I was seventeen It was a very good year It was a very good year for small town girls And soft summer nights We'd hide from the lights On the village
Lift yourself out of the doldrums Make yourself a cuppa tea Drag your emotions out of the gutter Don't wallow in self pity When you wake up, all of a
Can you tell me, is there anyone out there Can you hear me, calling you If you hear, will you listen Is that too much to ask you to do I've been searching
(It's alright) Woh, now let me tell you now (It's alright) So many times I sat down and cried (It's alright) You know, there's no one to dry my weapin
Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Ooh, yeah, that's where it's at The lights turned way down low And the music is soft and slow With someone you love so That's where
Hey, hey, hey, hey... Make you sometimes want to fly away Let the critics be damned True colours will always stand It's no disgrace, lets cut to the chase
phone And I'm going, I'm going just I'm just going to rock to it just over the phone Ayo, yo put that joint on the big speakers Yo c get me some water
in Ray Charles' head Spider web All I got's my spider web Keepin' me alive All I got's my spider web Keepin' me alive C'mon Ray
you could get free Unless you tryin' to get them chains off of Pimp C We, jammin' U.G.K. you see the jewelry, ay Cover your eyes it'll blind like a UV ray
well knows Sin me a black one Bubbled in a big sun Open with a cast ray A mystery mind He sits her with father We seem so in a two Open up a C.A.T
C'mon, uhh, uhh I guess he's back 'urr derrty, S-T-L derby I'm like Magic to Kareem, mayne you tell me I ain't Worthy I ain't speakin 'bout a jersey,
C'mon C'mon I bet if I pull a pistol and pop you, you goin' tell me where its at You see the blood shotted eyes with the taped up clips in the Mac Black
(C. Kirschner, C.Webster) Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI) Bass: Walter Sipser Drums/Keys: Curtis Curtis and Concetta Guitar: Concetta Hand
no soundboi coulda dissed my team from time im wid dat n ive always said im still down for c dot m's C wont stop till i c dem M's always recordin big
't nothin but war in here We overpacked in here, you put more in here? 'Bout to rain like snow and let it all go Father Ray Mukada (mmm) I'm gon' need
Nate Dogg M.D. 20/20 see that them breathin' alcohol Drinking too many to the head with me Eightball, let your anger out, throw it up against the wall I dropped a C